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ragegrove · 3 years

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but I wanna know all the replies to the Childhood Asks 🥺

you asked for all of them so you shall receive all of them bc you got bestie privileges. ( haha true, but since i got a few asks curious about billy's childhood-- i decided to do them all on one post )

* 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒. / status: always accepting memes

@flayedprincss . . .

what were they like as a child? the polar opposite to what he is now. summer was creeping in and school was about to break loose, that meant more time spent at the beach and more time to do all those fun things his mother promised they’d do while they were chatting down the boardwalk and billy was talking his mother’s ear off like pure usual when it was just the two of them. things always fell silent at home, he never spoke much at all when neil was in the house. he was becoming too old to hold his mother’s hand-- almost going for seven this coming november. but he was used to it and he had an attachment to his mother, it might’ve been an only child thing. or maybe it was just a thing he wasn’t ready to grow out of yet. he loved it when there were too many people around and his mother’s sweet voice would say, ‘hold my hand billy’, like that evening walking down the boardwalk. he’d smile and fingers would cling to her hand, then right as they were entering the seashell shop an elderly man was stepping up on one of the steps before he tripped and fell. billy’s jaw dropped and concern filled his blue eyes, “look, mom. shouldn’t we help him?” he quickly questioned, he’s going to spring into action regardless. “of course we should, billy.” he hurries and takes the old man’s hand, using all the strength he has in his arms to help him up then with the aid of his mother taking his other hand they get him up just fine and unscathed. “are you okay?” small voice, that’s still so concerned about him questions the elder. “i’m okay thanks to you...” smiling, he looks so impressed and surprised, “what a sweet young boy you are. you’ll grow up to be a fine young man one day.” it leaves billy grinning, happy and feeling good he helped someone and got complimented like that. that day he hoped he would grow up to be as awesome as that man said he would be. ….ten years went by and he wasn’t that same boy anymore. the disaster he had become since that spring day.

what was their childhood like? did they have a good one or a bad one? torturous. always waiting for the next blow up between his parents, when he could only hide between the trashcan and kitchen counter for so long before he had to come running to save his mother from his father’s wrath. he always knew when it’d happen, too. at six years old billy would listen for the change in his father’s voice, it’d raise to a certain notch, his heart would leap out of his chest and then he’d come charging with fear pounding at his rib cage but the need to save his mother from being hurt overpowered that. there were...SOME days that could go good. when neil had to stay out at work later, it could just be him and his mom at home. he’d sit on her lap while she’d band-aid his knees, she’d baby him and he loved every second of it. he’d say the kids at school pushed him down but in truth, he caused his scraped knees himself. for attention. other good days were either surfing with his mom or her showing him things on her car-- underneath the hood where the interesting stuff was. she’d show him the basic things and he’d ask a million questions. or when she’d make them simple sandwiches but it felt like a grand dinner because they’d make a blanket palette in the floor, spread out crayons and markers and color in coloring books with scooby doo or designs of cars. “that one, mom. that one is going to be mine and i’ll share it with you. i’ll let you ride my car.” he giggled, pointing at the one called a Chevy ‘CAMARO’, he was coloring it blue outside the lines. “okay, billy. you buy us that one and i’ll be the happiest girl in the world to ride a car like that one!” that’s what he loved about his mother, she encouraged him. he felt like he could do anything and that one day his dreams really would come true of having the coolest car in the world-- this camaro.

where did they go to school? were they a good student? what was their favorite class? he went to school in california all of his life until half way into high school. he was a good student all up until his family split up and then he started developing issues on trying to concentrate. he went from a timid, sweet little kid who did his work and never gave any teacher trouble to acting out and failing everything on purpose. detention started becoming a normal thing by junior high every friday, blowing off homework, talking back to teachers and getting in fights with kids who picked on him or kids he just didn’t like— whenever it suited Billy’s sudden mood swings best.

what kind of hairstyle did they have? his hair was much shorter, he didn’t grow it out until the end of junior high, when all the long haired rock n roll bands emerged to the music scene and he wanted to look like that too. it was way more blond than it is now, a bunch of sunshine colored curls piled cutely on top of his head.

what did their childhood bedroom look like? it was painted blue with orange curtains, orange was trending in the 70s. he had a blue and orange quilt with basketballs and teddy bear faces across the pattern from age 3-7. carpet was brown and he had shelves next to the bed that had his basketball trophies on, stuffed animals, (his favorite teddy bear stayed stuffed under his orange pillow so his dad couldn’t destroy that one in case he ever wanted to take his anger out on his special things), his seashell collection. then in a wooden bench that sat at the foot of his bed, he had basketballs and tons of toy cars piled in it.

did they have a favorite toy? why? what was it? do they still have it? the teddy bear his mom gave him when he was a baby, he just formed an attachment with the thing like he’s always done with things he really loves. he thinks he doesn’t have it but it’s actually stuffed in one of the boxes he hasn’t unpacked since moving from california. he thought his dad finally found it and threw it out, but it’s been stored away in an old shoe box this whole time.

what was their favorite fairytale? he didn’t like fairytales, he liked books about cars. (of course, lol.) anything to do with cars he was interested.

are there many photos of them or not? they're scarce.

did they have friends? how many? who were they? are they still in contact with them? he couldn’t keep friends because he became super hostile about people around the 5th grade. then in high school, he just automatically became popular for being the cutest guy in school and a really good basketball star. still, he had no real friends-- only people he'd consider as friends wasn't his fellow jocks but his fellow rock n rollers. anybody he could jam to rock music with, was his closest thing to a friend. but there was one girl he had a crush on in 9th grade who he considered someone he was relaxed with. that was fleeting, however.

what kind of tv shows were they watching in their childhood? what was their favorite one? from 3-6 he loved sesame street, then when he was getting older and into bigger kid cartoons he enjoyed the pink panther, tom and jerry, flinstones, scooby doo.

what were their hobbies? do they still have any of them? cars, basketball, surfing. all things he still loves to do.

what was their favorite game? tag and truth or dare.

was there any kind of food they hated? why? has it changed later in life? cheeseburgers or pizza with toppings, now he likes both with plenty of toppings. he hated broccoli and peas and still hates those. he never has preferred pancakes, he likes waffles way better.

did they have a crush on someone in their childhood? there’s been a few girls, but it was a dark haired girl in 9th grade he was really after. it didn’t work out but in the end he found better qualities in a girl similar to her once he moved to hawkins-- heather holloway.

#headcanon.#st rp #billy hargrove rp #and there i even found an aesthetic icon for the way i vision baby billy looked like <3 #cute chubby cheeks. big blues and lots of blond lil curls

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queeranesearch · 3 years

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@harutheestallion Thank you so much for the tag, Arthur!! I kith you, mwah!

(This ended up being way longer than I thought it’d be bc I got so caught up in talking about OTHER people’s writing lmfao, so I’m putting a ‘keep reading’)

Prompt - share your:

First fic: Uuugh god..When I was 11/12 I was really into Attack on Titan, and in my Year 8 English Lit class we had lessons where we did creative writing so of course I wrote an Armin-centric high-school AU. It haunts me to this day but it was so funny to read again later on. But the first fic I actually posted online was a Moomin one, back in 2019. Moomins was (and still is thb) a big comfort media for me, and it always helped me feel better when I was going through some really bad anxiety. I was also very insecure about my writing and hadn’t written anything in years, but I was very attached to the characters and there wasn’t that much content of them so I thought “Fuck it. This is gonna be very self-indulgent. If other people like it then great, but really this is for me.” I did end up getting way more kudos and comments than I thought I would and loads of lovely comments. I read it again a little while ago and the writing is a but rusty, and my paragraphing isn’t great, but it’s really sweet and I had a lot of fun writing it and I think that shines through.

Favourite fic: Dude, I cannot pick one favourite fic, so I’m gonna list a few that came to mind: Hooked by @listless-brainrot - aka THE jetru fic. I will forever scream about List’s writing. The way he’s able to take such a character with one episode, and see the potential pour so much life into him is amazing. He writes Haru with so much nuanced realness, and seeing things though his perspective makes for such an immersive read and gives beautiful insight into his thoughts and wants. I cannot recommend it enough.

Sing a little louder, laugh a little softer by @chief-yue - Such lovely fic exploring the music of cultures ATLA was inspired by. I had the biggest smile on my face reading this; Katrina really captures the dynamic of the Gaang wonderfully, and her descriptions are vivid and heartwarming.

Two Sturdy Oaks by @rileyblxu - A Dead Poets Society fic and one of my comfort fics ajklasd. The author writes Neil and Todd perfectly; Like if you told me this fic was actually deleted scenes from the movie I would believe you 100%. The dialogue between all the characters is spot on, and the trusting relationship both Neil and Todd have with Mr Keating is so heart-warming to read, and the descriptions were so tender and full of so much love and pining,,dude I actually cried a little. PLUS the use of poems at the beginning of the chapters?? Absolutely iconic for setting the tone. Love it.

Not Ready To Make Nice by @harutheestallion - Tagging you twice hehe. Arthur’s characterization of Jet kills me DEAD. They have so many little nuanced details about Jet, but also how he sees other people and the world around him. They have such a strong grasp on his character; every action he makes in this fic is written cleverly wand with such clear thought put behind it, and Jet’s perseverance and bitterness but also his kindness and desire to protect others really shines through. And HAMA. She’s written perfectly too; so similar to Jet in many ways but also more ‘jaded’ and less hopeful. Their dynamic is so interesting to read and watching them become gradually closer is so lovely.

Henna by @miannmian - I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; Simran is the QUEEN of fluff. This is one of their shorter works, but it’s packed of such tender characterization. The descriptions are written with so much care and warmth, you can practically feel the love these Jet and Haru have for each other. It’s sweet, it’s domestic, and it makes my heart swell each time I read it.

Can’t Make An Omelette by @citron-ella - A Good Omens fic, but focused on The Them! GO fics that aren’t primarily about Aziraphale and Crowley are hard to come by, so I was delighted when I came across this one, particularly as The Them are my personal faves from the book/show. This fic is so sweet and funny in little nuanced ways. Children are hard to write, especially slightly older ones, but this author wrote them wonderfully; they really captured the lovely curious and mischievous nature of The Them, and each one of the kids was written perfectly in character. The descriptions set the scenes well, and they have a sweet, nostalgic sort of tone to them; it reminds me of what kid’s books used to be like years ago, there’s an Enid Blyton(and I’d even say a Terry Pratchet) like charm to it. And I adore the little detail of Brian being curious about Pollution being non-binary, and recognizing something similar in himself; it was so heart-warming. I also loved the bit at the end where Pepper knowingly acknowledges Brian’s interest in being non-binary; it’s a nice subtle way of showing their friendship and how they pay attention to each other.

Most Recent fic: A jetru oneshot, “Kiss Me?”. It’s pretty simple and fluffy; the lads having their first kiss. To be honest, it’s one of those fics I have a love-hate relationship with; looking back at it there are so many ways I’d rewrite it and make it better, but there are some nice bits there too.

Fic with most notes: My moomin one I mentioned earlier. It’s called “To Have a Family is an Awfully Complicated Thing”. A VERY wordy title, and again, there a loads of things I wish I could change and do better( I have actually been contemplating rewriting it) but it’s very close to my heart, and I’m glad other people liked it too.

A line or two from a wip: Man, I have SO many wips it’s embarrassing. Here’s a modern Yueki thing I was doing: They didn't know how Yue spent lunchtimes at school in the library, hidden behind the back shelves, reading poetry books held together with thick brown tape; Shakespeare, Dickinson, Keats, Wordsworth, their words lovely yet so disconnected from her; how within the whole breadth of the romantics she could not find one to attach to; how with no great authors to turn to, she put her own pen to paper, spilling thoughts of brown hair and dark eyes, of a face that freckled in the sun, of a laugh that filled her stomach flip with a delightful queasiness, of how her heart ached for the girl that cleaned her grazed knee for her when she was six. ‘Oh dear.’ Yue fiddled with the bag in her lap, zipping it up, zipping it down. ‘There’s no going back now, is there?’

Favourite character to write for (and why): Hmm, I think Yue and Jet, both from ATLA. Something about them just clicks with me; I love Yue to bits and wish we could’ve had more of her in the show, so I love exploring her character beyond being the Moon Princess. I also adore Jet and will forever be angry about how he dirty they did him in the show. Writing him is actually quite challenging, but in a way I enjoy, and I enjoying pushing myself to explore the nuance and depth he had in the show.

Character(s) you find hard to write: Hm.. I’d say Toph. I love Toph so much but I find it difficult to really capture her strength and rowdiness, but also her compassion and her softer side.

I’ve tagged a few people in this already, so if they wanna do this feel free to! Also you. Reading this. Consider yourself tagged; I wanna hear about your writing.

#shush jas #jas has a pen #note to self: finish wips

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alias-b · 4 years

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sins of my youth. 011

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient with my writing. I'm branching back out slowly into my fics and hoping to keep posting them. The aftermath of Evie's attack and some needed love from friends. Billy taps into a darker part of his life to protect her and realizes what she's beginning to mean to him. TW: Abuse, mentions of past student/teacher relationship, Billy's anger. TAGLIST OPEN ! Chat with me if you have time. :)

Chapter 11: My Heart Burns There, Too

Billy’s knuckles turned pink from the incessant pounding.

A huff.

Maybe Evie was standing him up.

Something pricked his stomach. Told him to keep trying.

“Evie!” He called. “I know you’re home…”

Nothing. Behind him, a car had pulled up.

“Billy?” Heather parked and got out. Fucking pretty boy in her passenger seat. He and Steve still weren’t chummy even after the revenge plot.

“What are you doing here, princess?”

“Was gonna see if Evie wanted to hit the movies with us." Arms crossing, her hip cocked. Priss. "Something to do.”

“You’re too late, I laid claim to Fenny tonight. She’s going out with me.” Billy knocked again. “Once I get her ass out here… Evie!”

“Is she?” Heather eyed him closer and approached. “Is she even home?”

“Think so.” Billy crept around the side of the house to her window. Knocked. Nothing.

“Way to be a total creep.” Steve remarked, hands shoving into his pockets. Half amused at Billy’s persistence.

“I see a lump on her bed through the blinds. Curtain is cracked.” Billy huffed. “Hey, Evie!”

“Something happened.” Heather’s eyes changed as Billy turned to see her. The expression made his pulse speed. “Evie did this after her dad left. Evie!” She knocked too. “Your friends are here!”

“Okay, I’m breaking in.” Billy went around front. Felt about the windows with the other two behind him.

“Whoa, wait a second, aren’t you-?”

“Harrington, the neighbors here really don’t give a shit. They won’t call the cops for anything.” Billy looked elsewhere as he said that. “Believe me.”

Steve watched him jiggle a window.

“Is it unlocked?” Heather came back up the steps.

“Yeah.” Billy yanked it up. Climbed in and shut it, went to open the front door. Steve groaned and followed them inside.

“Evie.” Billy entered the bedroom. Blue jumped up to come climb his leg. “Even the damn cat is ready for our...date...thing.” He couldn’t think of a better word. One hand plucking the ball of fluff from his hip to push it at a confused Steve.

Evie still didn't move to get up. Just breathed.

“What’s going on?" Billy got tender. "Hey.”

He came to her first. Evie bundled and hidden upon her bed in the dim light while the sky grew darker. Heather trailed after with Steve in the doorway.

“Go away.” A muffled croak followed. Heather sighed and sat down. Put her chin on Evie’s shoulder. Felt her friend go stiff.

“Hey...we’d really like to see you. What happened, Evie? Please talk to me.” She sounded truly afraid. Hands peeled the comforter away. Evie hid herself into the pillow. Arms up to pull her hood further. Curls splayed in tufts of loose frizz

“Evie, come on,” Billy climbed near her legs, “we’ll go outside if you just want to talk to Heather.”

“I just wanted him to stop.” Evie’s fingers curled, voice cracking and glazed with tears. “I wanted it to stop. I didn’t mean to be so loud, I was just trying to make it stop.”

“Wanted what to…?” Heather trailed off when Evie shot up. Hands braced and facing away still. Shaking. “You’re scaring me. Evie.” A gentle hand brought the hood back. Evie smoothed her curls and sniffled harder. Slowly, turned her head while a finger clicked her bedside lamp on.

Matching gasps followed.

“Oh, my god! Who did this to you?” Heather sprang into action but Evie’s head fell to her chest. Arms cradled her. Soothing. “Hey, I got you. We’re here.” Sweet Heather teared up, not knowing what to do as Evie scrambled to cling to her and weep. Waves crashing distantly.

“I tried to stop it. I did.” Evie crumbled there. Steve, the most confused, ran out and returned with a makeshift ice pack from the freezer. Wrapping it in a rag after dropping Blue on her desk.

“She needs ice, here.” Steve joined Heather. Smoothed Evie’s hair, but she flinched. “Sorry.” He touched the ice to her right eye. Winced. Helped Heather calm her down because she was gasping at that point, near a panic attack.

Billy went dead silent. Staring at Evie’s face with a hard, distant expression. Thought he might implode. Teeth crushed and one muscle in his jaw gave a twitch.

Breathe.

“Evie.” He pushed out smoother and licked his lips. “Did he do this to you?”

“Who?” Heather turned. Billy ignored her.

“Evie. Look at me." The tame order had her eyes shifting, laced in shame. "There you are. Good. Stay right here. You don’t have to speak. Just nod for me. Yes or no?”

Billy was on his feet the second Evie gave him what he asked for. A single nod. She latched at Heather and cried harder as he went.

“Where are you going?” Heather craned, but Billy stalked out with his keys in hand. Hard steps. Steve went after him on instinct.

Evie just wept, out poured all the pent up emotion she bottled.

“Honey, who did this?” Heather tried again.

The door slammed.

“F-Fredrick.” She burst out.

“Fr… Our teacher?”

“I-I’ve been sleeping with him. I was so stupid, Heath. So damn stupid. I thought he loved me. For a while. I tried to stop it. I tried to stop him. He wouldn’t let me just go. I wanted it to stop. I’m sorry.”

Pieces fell together. Why Evie closed off to her best friend.

“Don’t be sorry, I got you. Lie down.” Heather just got into the bed with her, shoes kicking off. Let Evie sob into her chest while trying to ice her eye. “I’m here. You're not stupid, I got you.”

Outside, Billy was getting into his car.

“Man, what are you doing?” Steve shoved into the passenger side. “Who did that?”

“Bowers.” Billy started the engine. Seeing all red and contained still. Eyes front. A mission. “Get the fuck out.”

“Bowers? Our teacher, you mean they…” Steve connected some dots. “Oh, fuck.”

“Get out of my car.”

“No, I’m going with you.”

Billy jerked the vehicle to speed off. Steve buckled himself in.

“I think I know what street this guy is on, look for the orange Plymouth.” Billy barely stopped at a red light and continued on. Dead set. About to tear this damn town to shreds. Steve watched him grip the wheel. Knuckles paling.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m gonna make him stop.” Billy skidded and saw it. “There you are, fucker.” He rolled up to the house. Steve scrambled to get out and follow him, looking around the empty neighborhood.

“Hey, man, you’re not going to…”

“Just gonna make him stop.” Billy said again. Not really listening. He saw Evie in his mind again. Thought of his mother. Fists clenched before he smashed the doorbell.

Fredrick cracked it open.

“Mr. Har-” Two hands shoved forward into the house. Billy was noticeably shorter than Bowers, but the way he grabbed his already torn shirt and shoved him into the floor distracted from that.

A punch sweltered. Burst knuckles red. Billy was hellbent. Ready to combust into flames. Steve turned and shut the door behind them.

“Ack! What’s this about?” Fredrick slapped a hand to his nose. "Get out!"

“You beat the shit out of her.” Billy stood over him. Dangerous.

“I have no idea-”

“I already know about you. She didn’t tell me either. Figured it out on my own, man, you’re not slick. You think those other burnouts you’re teaching won’t notice, too?” Billy crept up with determined steps. “Are you fucking any other kids?”

“I-”

“Yes or no!” Billy roared in his face. Steve stepped up behind him with huge eyes. Only able to watch. Fredrick about shit himself.

“No...no.” He swallowed. “Are you…?”

“Not gonna tell anyone. You and I, we’re going to forget this ever happened.” Billy undid his belt. Not even here anymore. “You’re going to learn a lesson, teach. Respect. Responsibility."

"If you leave now-"

"You take any pictures or videos of her? Tell me or I’ll tear this place apart finding them.”

“N-No...never. She wouldn’t let me.”

“You sick piece of shit.” It was Steve who voiced that before Billy could, although he looked nauseous.

The belt slid out of its loops. Fredrick glowered at him. Clearly fearful. Not getting up.

“You’re going to forget, Evangeline Fenny. Hear me? You’re going to pack up tonight and get the fuck out of town. Transfer. Don’t crawl back to your fucking wife. You’re going to hole yourself up and live your life and you’re not going to fuck anymore kids. Nod.”

Slowly, Bowers obeyed.

Billy looped the belt. Slashed it through the air. An ugly twack into Bower’s eye cracked. Steve wondered about stopping him, but didn’t. Barely flinched when he watched it happen. Billy snarled and hit the older man until he turned over to avoid it. Blood bursting from his nose still. Cowering like a bitch.

“You’re not gonna see her!” Billy raged and descended down. Brutal slaps like the ones Neil dealt him and his mother. “You’re not gonna think about her! You’re not gonna touch her! Ever again! Fucking disappear!”

Billy kicked Bower’s in the ribs. Left him there gasping.

“Okay, okay! Just don’t...ngh…please.” He whimpered. Billy, still baring his teeth, paused. Hit him a final time with the metal end. Vibrated so hard. Saw Neil there cowering when he blinked. Saw Neil also in the reflection of a fallen mirror that cracked.

“Pack up tonight. Don’t make me do this again. No, goodbye. No, nothing. Just fuck off and never come back or I’ll fucking kill you. Hear me? I’ll kill you for what you did to her! She's dead and she's not coming back because of you!”

His voice cracked. So hot, he might breathe smoke. Eyes watering.

Steve was in front of Billy now, pushing him back into the door. Soothing.

“Hey, man. We gotta go. He got the message. Let’s go…” Steve caught Billy's face and realized the boy was crying.

“Don’t let me catch you in this town again.” Billy spat all the way out, skidding and intent on Bowers' beaten frame. Steve started yanking him back to the car.

"Hey, Billy, I-"

"Please." Billy sniffled to get a hold of himself. "Please, don't." Steve looked at him and did the only kindness Billy would allow. He peered aside to let the boy wipe his eyes.

They nearly hit the mailbox screeching out. Back to Evie’s where they found Heather in the kitchen brewing some jasmine tea.

“She told me everything.” Heather looked like she’d been crying too. Eyes fell to Billy’s knuckles as he did his belt again. “Can you go sit with her a bit? First aid kit is on the bed. She won’t let me…”

Billy passed and Steve went into the kitchen. Evie sat at her desk now. Battered. Hoodie on the floor. Eyes unblinking and dry. Expressionless. A needle felting project in hand. Deftly stabbing a mass of grey wool into a shape. Billy stole a chair and got close, sat in it backwards and opened the kit on her desk.

“You gonna let me take you to the hospital?”

“No.”

One exhale out his nose showed he didn’t approve. Doctors prodding was the last thing Evie needed. Especially with her eating habits.

"You feel dizzy?"

"No."

“Let’s get you cleaned up, then. Don’t mean to brag, but I know my way around a first aid fit.”

Evie kept stabbing. Coolly. Eyes flicked to his knuckles. Burnt red from the few punches he tossed between swipes of the belt.

She missed her project and pricked her thumb. Cringed to hiss before Billy snatched her hand. Pressed a cotton ball to let the bead of blood dry.

Brown eyes lifted to his face. Almost dewy and angelic. No rage left while he brought her finger up to kiss the pad a few times. Lashes batting and fanned thick. So beautiful. Billy panned to focus on her now looking at him.

He went through the kit and reached for her chin. Tilted Evie so he could clean up the dried blood on her brow and lip. She just watched Billy squint and study her in turn.

“He’s not going to be a problem anymore.” Came a distant sigh. Something he never got to say to his mother. “You’re safe now.” Billy ruffled her curls. Felt gingerly for more damage. A small knot on the back of her skull.

“Can I have another ice pack?” Evie asked at last. She lifted her shirt to flash some nasty bruising on her ribs. Unashamed of her stomach that wasn’t flat. Billy got up to retrieve some at the same time Heather brought the tea in.

“Can we stay over tonight with you?” She sat down. “Steve and I can make a food run. Pick up lots of ice cream and just watch some TV together.” Fingers tucked a couple dark curls aside.

“I’d like that.” Evie beamed a little. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t tell you about him.”

“You were scared. I get it. I’m not mad. You don’t have to hide things. Don't worry about it right now.” Heather swept down to embrace her friend. Evie peered at Steve and smiled.

“Bring it in, Steve.” She gestured so he gave them both a bear hug. “Thanks, guys.”

“You gonna be okay for a bit with Billy?” Heather pulled out so Evie just nodded. Shoulders dropping as they left. Billy moved around them and came to offer the ice pack. She hissed, pressing it down with her project in the other hand.

"I made Bourbon's face from felt a couple years ago. Figured I'd make one for Blue, too." She set it aside and avoided his stare for a moment. "They look worse than they are."

"Liar." He said. "I'd know."

Evie licked her lips. Frowned at the table.

“Hey.” Billy spoke and Evie only sighed, eyes lifting to his fatigued expression.

“Hi.”

“Name’s Billy. Just moved here from Cali.” He continued, eyes rolling when she looked confused. “What I should have said when we met.”

“Ah. Name’s Evangeline. Evie for short. Welcome to Indiana.” She sat back.

“Evangeline.” He sounded out, smirking. “Is that a poem?”

“Oh, yeah, a totally depressing one.” Evie chuckled there, wincing noticeably. Billy crossed his arms on her desk. Leaned forward.

“Shame. That's a nice New Orleans twang you have.”

She tried hard not to smile at that. One cheek sucked in.

"Don't know what you mean."

They studied each other again. Cheap colored lights around her room gave it a too pretty glow.

“So, do you want to go out?” She asked out of the blue. Billy gaped a little. Processed what she said. Even got up to look around. “What?”

“Just making sure you’re talking to me.” Billy peered outside. Sat down again to point at his chest. “You hit your head a little too hard or something?”

“I bought a new shirt for you."

"That sounds serious, Evie." He earned a push for that. Licked his lips to smile brighter.

"And I just figured we could hang out later. While I don’t...look like this.” Evie tucked some hair aside.

“You’re still…” Billy trailed off. Pretty. She blushed under all the discoloring. Tone shifting.

“Did you hurt him bad?”

“He can still walk.” A beat. “He’s gonna leave you alone. I made him stop. Hear me?” Billy had to keep saying it. He saved her. He stopped the monster. Evie welled at him. Actually touched his hand to squeeze it.

“Can...Can you guys...maybe not leave me alone this week?” Evie plucked up some wool to twist it around. It wasn’t just Fredrick. She didn’t feel safe with her thoughts and all these sharp objects either.

“Have I left you alone since New Years, Evie?” Billy cracked a grin that illuminated her expression.

“True.” She rubbed her head. In obvious pain.

Billy got up again to go. Shifted through a medicine cabinet. Pills, liquid meds, vitamins, and more first aid necessities.

A plastic container caught his eye. Full of push pins with red plastic toppers. Like cherry candies. Something that should’ve been in an office desk, not a teen’s bathroom. Strange.

Billy pushed it aside. Filled a glass with water and plucked up some pills.

“Hey, you should take something. Your head will thank you. Drink all the water.” He clicked the glass down. Eyes passed Evie to see the closer bookcase. Full of trinkets. Sparkling rocks and gemstones. Broken pieces of ceramic dancers from odd collectables. Pointing things. Keys. Neatly organized and lined up.

“Heather’s getting food, but I might...put my head down.” She drank and swallowed two pills. Scooped up Blue while she pawed at her ankle. Billy edged to leave. “Hey, you...” He came to full attention, turning. “You don’t have to leave…”

Billy was in front of her lightning quick. Evie didn’t flinch when their eyes locked together.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to stay.” Came the admission. Unafraid of him and his steel knuckles beginning to rust. Evie just stared without cringing.

Not even as his fingers trailed up her jawline. Gingerly over a bruise there. His thumb drew a gentle circle next to it. Such a contrast to Billy. So natural too.

Evie let him observe her wounds. Finger pad tracing that swollen mouth to tip her chin. Lips touched her brow. A moon crescent trail of soft kisses. He pecked her jaw next. Then, found her lips for a vaguely rustic kiss.

She tilted to open a little. Deepened in without regret. Fingers combed her messy curls back before he leaned out. Bright eyes glinting.

“Our worst kiss yet.” Evie mused, Blue clutched to her torso.

“Oh, yeah. Terrible.” He hitched, entertained. Evie searched him and let Blue crawl over her bed.

“Gonna change into something comfier.” She waited until Billy gave her a moment. Evie pulled on a sports bra and color block print shirt with long sleeves that went almost to her knees. Fluffy blue socks were a must. She drank more water and poked her head out. “Coming?”

Billy didn’t need to be told twice.

“I’ll stay up. Wait for the others to get home.” He yawned as Evie got into bed. Fiddling with her sleeves.

“Can you lie down with me for a bit? Just until I fall asleep. No pressure.” She perked when he unbuttoned his shirt. Kicked jeans aside and stood there in a white tank and briefs. Stunning without really trying. The metallic chain around his neck caught the moonlight before she shut the lamp off.

“Scoot.” Billy slid in next to her. Blue wandered and got comfortable on a pillow above them. Evie had no qualms nestling into him. Tucking into his side where she felt safe between him and the wall.

Billy’s body warmed her instantly. The cologne and wash spirited her into a dream. Evie settled her head on his chest and shifted one loose arm over his hard frame. Flush with curves that fit into him perfectly.

He tried to reason she was just scared and drained. Fingertips danced up her spine as Billy stared at the ceiling. Evie touched his wrist and got a better look at his knuckles. Kissed them better. Felt Billy’s chest sink and still.

“Thank you...” Evie closed her eyes.

No reply followed. Same as the night before, she let herself tumble and fall. Less shame this hour. Billy sniffled and exhaled. Tried to stay awake while Evie’s breath evened out.

Heather found them upon returning. Pushed the door back to see Billy’s head tilted aside. Snoring. Evie burrowed into his torso with one arm draped over him. Steve smiled a little, eyes rolling.

“Unbelievable.”

“Let’s get this stuff in the fridge and set up camp in the living room.” Heather hushed him, closing the door to let them rest.

The hours rolled until Billy roused to some rustling at six in the morning.

Bleary eyes cracked to an auroral outline. Evie perched on the floor at the end of the bed with the desk lamp pulled over. Couple notebooks spread out as she marked down some words and mimed them on her guitar. Mouthing to herself, barely making sound. Blue teetered across the papers to wriggle into her lap. Frizzy curls half piled atop her crown.

Blue eyes trailed over the back of her bare neck. Thought about pushing his lips there and chided himself. Billy shifted and her head snapped. Quick hands set the guitar aside, back in its stand.

“Sorry. I found a chorus at five and had to write it down before I…” She scribbled her lyrics and smacked a notebook shut. Billy rubbed his stomach and yawned. Heard her say something that stuck with him. “Sometimes I think I write songs like I don’t have any time left.”

“Don’t stop on my account.” He paused as Evie rose. The lamp in her grip like an old candle. Bathing her face. Violet kisses around her poor reddened eye. Evie thought of a flickering candle stick too and how wax would look dripping down against his illuminated, marble skin.

Noticing him staring, Evie clicked the light off and set it aside.

For a moment, she stood there in the dark fiddling with her sleeves. Fingers pulled a scrunchie out and tossed it on the desk. Billy reclined to stare at the ceiling.

“It’s your bed.” He quipped so she crossed and crawled up between him and the wall again. Evie got very still and faced away.

“One hour. The most lyrics I’ve sat down and punched out in...feels like months. It was always hard to get words out when I was dwelling on Fredrick. So much for fucking an English teacher. He liked it as a hobby and nothing more…”

“He’s an asshole.”

“He wasn’t always. Not to me. Maybe that’s twisted. He did help me...he did. Even if that was him trying to feed his own ego.”

“Shouldn’t do this. Trip down memory lane will only sting.” Billy exhaled. “You might even like it.”

Evie decided to hurt.

“Sometimes I’d wrap my arms around him in the shower and sing little songs in his ear. He loved that shit.” Evie turned over to see Billy already looking in her direction. Barely there ounces of blue light glimmered from outside. “He gave me such lovely kisses. We used to joke a lot, back when it was fun. Dancing and wrestling around.”

“You’re better off."

“I know that, I wished I believed it though. In full. I don't love him. I know that. But, it's still hard not to feel something. I don't think he had a very good childhood and missed out on it."

"Taking yours is no excuse." Billy got hard about that.

"It’s not fair. To still…feel any kind of way about a person who hurts you. You can’t just turn it off and that’s…” Evie sniffed and sucked her cheeks in. “I don’t know how to live with that.”

“You just do.” Billy rubbed his eyes with one hand. Drowsy and alert with her next to him. Both of them entombed in sweet amber.

“He used to bring me gifts. Little things like what I collected. The antique looking brooches he found were my favorite. These little inklings that reminded me I was thought of. Desired. He bought me lacy things too. I still have Fredrick in a little box hidden in my top drawer. My gift wrapped naughty secret I used to love.” Evie scoffed at herself. “I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“Clearly have words.” Billy sounded out in the dark. Seeming too wise for his youthful beauty. Gold curls slipping over silky pillows. Lashes batting as he turned to see the shine of her eyes. Evie settled in and gripped her own pillow, sighing out.

“It was so innocent when it started. It really was. I don’t think he picked me, not until much later. Not until I was already his. He didn’t act on these...urges. Maybe I pushed him.” Her lip quivered.

"You didn't."

“We had these lingering after school talks that started to last the hour. One day there was an awful storm and I only had my bike. We both were soaked and he just smiled. He felt bad for keeping me. I remember the crack of thunder because it sent me into his arms. He only hugged me and I needed it so bad because sometimes you just need to be held.”

Billy just listened well.

“I don’t know why it does that to me. Scares me like I think I might die, I’m willing to brave bigger monsters to get away from it. Fredrick offered me a ride and we got into the car sopping wet. Dripping all down my lips and chin. He turned on the engine and...had this funny look, you know, like he knew I wasn’t supposed to be there with the rain dripping from my hair and cheeks.”

“You weren’t.”

“And he looked so beautiful. Never seen his hair a mess. I smiled. And he smiled. We laughed at it because we both felt it. And then he kissed me... Afterward, I asked him to fuck me and he said, no. Just drove me home.”

Blue eyes studied Evie too close.

“I started crying softly like a little baby. Asking what I did wrong...asking why he had to go and kiss me in the first place. God, it was so embarrassing. I was mortified.” Evie huffed to herself. “We didn’t look at each other for a week after that. I skipped his class because I was so upset and he found me in the library after school..."

She paused to exhale.

"...He couldn’t say anything like suddenly he was the nervous one. Just dropped a note down and practically raced for the hills. Named a motel, date, and time. And I showed up... He seemed surprised I did.”

“And he…?”

“No, we drove a ways away to some bar that didn’t card. Had a beer in this messy roadhouse. Got tipsy and I laughed at something silly and touched his knee. Fredrick said I made him hard and then when I didn’t believe it, he took my hand and pressed it… Fuck, I never wanted anyone that bad, you know? It was like no one thought about sex as much as I did.”

“That’s just being a teen, Angel.” Billy's lip twitched and she nodded.

“Yeah. We fell asleep holding each other. Didn’t have sex until the next week at his place. We had fun together and he used to read me to sleep every night we spent. Fredrick nurtured me and he fucked me so good. Being with him, I wanted the sun to stay up all day for the first time...and when it went down, I wasn’t afraid.”

Her final sentiments shook his core apart.

“And there was no other man to compete with him.” Evie said. “I was never going to win.”

“I wanted to kill him, you know?” Billy trembled, fingers twisting the fabric of his shirt around. “Looked at him and saw my dad there and I thought… I felt powerful after. I would go back and finish the job right now if I could, Evie, I felt so fucking great while he cried. I wonder if that’s how my dad feels when he…”

“You’re not Neil.”

“No, but I might be worse. Didn't stop my dad, I just became him to cope. To understand it and I still...fuck, I still don't.”

“I don’t think you’re worse.”

“You don’t know that, Evie.” Billy tried to be mean when he said it. Left her undaunted.

“I do know you. Well enough now.” Evie let herself touch him. Billy shuddered when her fingers shifted over his tense fist.

“I didn’t push you around cause I liked you. Guys don’t really do that. I hated you, Evie." He welled at her, eyes locking. "Just cause you saw things. Cause you’re strange. Cause you have a mother.”

“I hated you, too.” She offered that lovely as can be. Billy sniffled and flashed a smile in the dark with watery eyes. Laid there staring into space as she studied him.

"You wanna sing me something?" He'd asked in a strange tone. This inkling of reluctance.

"Now?"

"Yeah, something soft so we don't wake the house," Billy explained with the same hesitant armor over his flesh, "like a lullaby."

"What do you want to hear?"

"What's that song you're always humming in school?"

"Oh, the Irma Thomas one." Evie swallowed to breathe and tucked into him, arms pulled to her chest. "You get a single verse."

"That's enough," Billy turned to see her blush, "for now, Evangeline."

"It's weird with you so close."

"I'll shut my eyes." He let his lashes flutter. "You can just sing me to sleep." A beat of Evie shifting into him. Searching. She came up on her elbows and Billy stretched his arm out for her.

"I know..." She took a moment to find her voice again. Smoothed it back out to silk. "I know to ever let you go. Oh, it's more than I could ever stand..."

Billy's breath hitched when she lowered back into him. Head on his shoulder. Rich and gentle near his ear. Singing too sweetly, he vibrated.

"Oh, but anyone," Evie touched his face to tuck some locks of hair aside, "who knows what love is..."

She never finished. Billy kept his eyes shut. Stayed there reclined looking like Eros himself. Angelic and too beautiful to be apart of this world. Nestled on a pair of ethereal, feather wings. She imagined being Psyche and lying with him. Those glowy wings curling around them both for shelter.

Evie pushed up further and caught Billy by surprise kissing him. Just a tender peck upon the cheek. Another at the corner of his lips. Blue eyes opened too late. The bliss of her moved away when his hand came up then dropped. Deciding not to push it.

"How'd I do?"

Billy could have said a number of things.

About how her voice fills the edges around him and he's not afraid to succumb for the first time. About how she makes him feel things he hasn't in a long while. About how she's a swell of magnificent fire in this winter. About how being with Evie reminds him how much people can mean to each other. Even if it makes him upset, remembering; because it's so raw. He's willing to touch it again because of her glimmer.

About how he wants to be a better version of himself and help Evie see herself as he does. About how she's burning and molten and neon and painted and free when she sings. And beautiful. And he wants more bad kisses. More of her. About how she's so much and she's absolutely enough and she deserves to feel that. To be still and burn with soft embers for once while the moon and stars twinkle kindly for her. About how there's a fire hiding behind her heart emitting a lovely glow that only he can see.

About how his heart burns there, too.

But, Billy turned to see Evie's glittering eyes and replied delicately.

"Fine." He said, chest shuddering because it wasn't enough to capture her spark. Evie only beamed. Like maybe she felt the warmth of his flames even still.

No more words could be spoken. Evie settled back into him and tried to resume her slumber. They felt Blue pawing to climb up and make her usual perch on the pillows. Billy stayed stiff as a board to allow her to fall. Felt the warmth on his face where her lips grazed.

That red hot kiss rocked him back under the water.

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chambers - v

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: violence, angst, slow burn

word count: 3273

description: Post-Endgame. Steve Rogers has passed away from old age. The one remarkable thing is that no one knew his heart would be in the condition it was. He was able to save one more life. After receiving his heart, strange things start happening. Including something that would change your life forever. (Very loosely based on the Netflix series of the same name.)

an: a little shorter than the others, but! I just had a hellish weekend at work that’s not quite over yet and writing this between tables makes it a little better so... enjoy loves.

The community center was in Brooklyn, the large brick building housed many different projects. An after school program for kids, a homeless shelter at night, various ‘anonymous’ meetings during the day. This wasn’t like the typical VA. It was very much a hodgepodge group of people brought together by the circumstance of Sam Wilson being a good human being. Sam Wilson was probably one of the kindest people you’ve ever met.

You didn’t belong here, maybe this was a mistake. You were standing very awkwardly off to the side, holding a cheap styrofoam cup of coffee. If anything this dress was definitely a mistake, the button up t-shirt dress you figured was a nice middle ground of looking nice but not trying to look too nice, but everyone else’s jeans and t-shirts made you feel like you should have just worn jeans and a t-shirt. The exception was Sam, who ran the group. He was in a nice button down and slacks, but even Bucky was just in a black t-shirt, jeans and a leather jacket.

You were trying not to think about it.

“Are you going to be okay while we make some rounds?” Sam asked you. The two wanted to leave you momentarily to go and greet people they know, “Grab a drink, we’ll be right back.”

You didn’t belong here. These men and women who actually lived it. You flinched at the memory that plagued you last night. Boot camp. It was rough, but Steve made it through. Not without sore bones and an asthma attack or two. But it wasn’t you.

You feel like a fraud.

You could feel yourself at a different time, a darker room. People who were a little more sad.

After the blip, when everyone came back, the world was a mess. People who had moved on now had their spouses, partners, kids back. Some of them had new kids, had gotten remarried. Others had died during the blip. The accidents caused by disappearing drivers, pilots. People who couldn’t handle the loss. People returning was just as bad as people disappearing. But everyone picked themselves back up a little easier.

There was optimism with loss. Iron Man, Tony Stark. Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff. Captain America, Steve Rogers. They sacrificed their lives in order to save everyone in the entire universe. There were murals of their faces in every borough of New York City. You passed three on your way in.

“This VA is a little different than the one I ran in DC,” Sam said, “But it’s pretty much the same.” There was a mural of their faces in this community center. It made you a little sick. You could almost feel him looking over your shoulder, Steve, hot on your back. Like he was actually there.

“You don’t have to say anything.” Bucky told you as the three of you parked the car, “Get some coffee, eat some snacks. You can just observe.” He was trying hard for you, hand on your back, rubbing slightly to comfort you, but you felt empty when he walked away to talk to a man who was much older. Someone who was almost his actual age, in a wheelchair playing cards with men not much younger than him.

It wasn’t hard to forget that Bucky was supposedly in his hundreds. It was 2025, the guy was 108 years old. He looked to be in his 30s. You felt like you were a hundred, suddenly the coffee wasn’t that bad.

“New here?” A man sidled up next to you, pouring himself a cup of coffee from the metal coffee server next to you. He was handsome, but had the same hollow look in his eyes that you’d often seen in Bucky and Sam. Even Steve. You scraped your fingernail gently against the styrofoam. Nervously you answered,

“Yeah,” You took a sip from your coffee. Fraud. “I’m just here with some friends though,” You explained, gesturing to Sam. “I’m not- I haven’t.” He chuckled, stirring his creamer with one of the wooden stir sticks before studying you.

“It’s okay,” He smiled. Charming. “You don’t have to explain.” His hair looked like it was cut with kitchen scissors, you noticed. Shaggy and reaching around his ears. Five o’clock shadow, motor oil around his nail beds. “I’ve been coming here for about a year now,” He explained. “It gets easier.” Sip of coffee and a sweet smile. “No matter what brought you here.”

“I’m Y/N.” You offered him your hand. He grinned, his teeth were perfectly straight.

“I’m Eric.” His hand was rough and calloused in yours, a shiver went through your body when you noticed he had dimples. “Do you wanna sit by me, maybe?” He gestured over to where Sam and Bucky were setting up the circle of chairs. You looked over at the both of them, who seemed intent on trying to not pay attention to your conversation. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at Bucky for a moment more, heart aching,

“Sure.”

He refreshed your coffee for you and sat a little too close to make you comfortable. You didn’t notice Bucky and Sam exchange a look, before Bucky decided to sit on the other side of you.

“You okay?” He asked, nudging your arm softly, eyes pointedly glancing at Eric. You nodded silently, giving him a soft smile.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You could tell he felt unsure, shifting down in his seat so he could look at Eric from behind you.

Bucky was unsure about this guy.

“He’s just being friendly,” Sam assured him as they brought out the metal folding chairs from the utility closet. “We left her alone for a while, she obviously was uncomfortable.” Bucky huffed grumpily.

“He’s trying to hit on her.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Relax Buck.” Sam unfolded the papers from his pocket and laid them on the chair he’d be using, “She’s fine.” It didn’t stop him from heavily taking the chair next to yours, leaning back in his seat to examine the guy as he talked, trying to read him and see what he was all about.

“I lost my wife in the field.” He said. Your heart broke, “We were in separate divisions. I’m a marine, she was in the air force.” You could see Bucky shift in his seat. “During the blip she was running drills with a teammate, the plane went down when her teammate blipped.” Eric’s eyes were watery when they met yours, shifting awkwardly in his seat. “I had blipped myself so…” He swallowed harshly. “When I came back… I had nothing to come back to. I always thought if either of us were to die at war it would be me y’know? The air force is typically pretty safe.”

“We were all affected by the blip,” Sam explained, “Some in more ways than others. You’re very brave for sharing that with us.” Bucky grunted next to you and you looked over at him, sunk down in his seat, hands in his jacket pockets, starting ahead at Sam.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered to Eric, placing a hand on his arm. He looked at you with a watery smile.

“I’m trying to move on,” He explained to the group. “It’s been two years since I’ve been back and I think it’s finally time.” The group clapped for him in encouragement.

The air here was tense. Everyone had a story like this, something similar anyway. Sam lost his best friend out in the field. A girl named Ally lost her right leg in Afghanistan. A man named Neil’s daughter died overseas in war, he fought in Vietnam. It was heartbreaking. These people were laying themselves bare, exposing their insecurities and their fears. Their never ending night terrors and crowd anxiety. Slowly, over time, the room became lighter. More relieved.

“You think you’ll be back?” Eric asked you as people were collecting their belongings. You shifted your empty coffee cup between your hands, looking at Bucky behind you.

“Maybe,” You said with a nervous smile.

“We just have to clean up and then we can go if you want,” Bucky interrupted, giving Eric a tight smile before looking at you.

“We can stay if you wanted to play some cards or something?” You offered. Bucky had promised one of the older men from earlier that he would stick around and play a hand or two. He shrugged, looking over at Sam.

“I’m just saying, the first time is kind of intense,” Eric was standing off to the side awkwardly during this exchange where Bucky seemed to be ignoring his presence. “If you wanna go back home we can.” His hand lay comfortingly on your arm.

You shake your head, “No, go ahead. I’ll be fine.” He nodded once, eyes drifting back to Eric’s momentarily before grabbing both of your chairs and walking away.

“Your boyfriend is scary.” Eric laughed nervously.

“Oh he’s not-” You gestured towards Bucky, “He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just like-” You didn’t know how to properly explain it, “Roommates.” Sounds about right.

Relief crossed Eric’s features, “Oh good,” He walked with you back over to the coffee and continued as you poured yourself another cup, “So it wouldn’t be too forward of me to ask you to dinner?” Your hand stilled under the coffee server, looking up at the man beside you.

He was handsome and from what you could tell he was kind. It just wasn’t the right time. You had so much going on. How would you even begin to explain the compound? He had to know who Bucky and Sam were.

“Is that a no?” He chuckled nervously. You sighed and looked down at the black liquid in your cup.

“I’m sorry,” Your eyes met his crestfallen ones, “It’s just…” you looked over at Bucky and Sam, sitting down to join the older men in a game of poker. “I’m recovering from heart surgery and it’s been…a process.” A soft smile broke out on his face,

“Not technically a no… can I at least give you my number?” He offered, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Maybe once you’re a little more out of the process?” You’ve never really dated, having been too sick for most of your life. This could be your chance to go on an honest to god date. Flowers, dinner, everything. You were still so unsure of your feelings. Steve’s and yours mixed all together in this overflowing pot you’d been trying to keep from spilling over.

“Sure,” You pulled your phone out of the pocket of your dress, exchanging numbers with him. He was charming and if that dimple was anything to go by, you could imagine caring about him. Someone that seemed as broken as you felt. Maybe. In a different place, a better life.

“Stay safe out there.” He called as you left to join Sam and Bucky at the poker table.

“You too,” You called back, choosing to pointedly ignore Sam and Bucky’s questioning looks.

“What was that all about?” Sam asked teasingly. A blush spread across your cheeks,

“Nothing.” Bucky was stiff next to you. They dealt you in, a game you’d never played before, but the older man--Louie--assured you he’d help you out. He was wearing his Vietnam veteran hat and he told you that you reminded him of his granddaughter.

“You shouldn’t really be dating right now.” Bucky said later on in the car on the ride home. Sam gave him a side eye,

“Buck, chill.” Sam glanced at you in the rear-view mirror.

“It’s none of your business frankly.” What the fuck? “I told him no.” You pulled your phone from your pocket, sinking down in the back seat.

“I’m just saying,” Bucky shrugged, looking out the car window, “You should be focusing on figuring out whatever is going on with you right now.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” You snapped, glaring at the back of his head. God his hair was shiny. “What is your problem?”

“Yeah, Bucky, what’s your problem?” Sam pulled up to the gate of the compound, scanning a key card to enter. He grumbled in the passenger seat,

“Something’s off about that guy.” He explained to the both of you, “I don’t like him.”

“Something off like what?” You asked angrily, leaning towards the passenger seat. “Him asking me to dinner or him crying about his dead wife?”

“I don’t know yet.” You rolled your eyes, shifting away from him.

“This is just like that time Barbie Goldstien asked me to the Sadie Hawkins instead of you, you literally swore she was doing it to be mean.” You accused. Heart dropping out of your chest practically as you realize what you just said. The car was parked and the three of you sat in a tense silence. No one moved. Your throat was closing up, where did all the air go? Bucky practically ripped the car door off, kicking it open with his foot, leaving it open. He walked four paces away towards the front door before turning and returning to the car, ducking his head back in to stare you down, face enraged,

“She did ask Steve as a prank, I told her to either go with him for real or to fake sick otherwise I was going to tell everyone about her pissing herself in the hallway in the first grade. So my intuition was right.” Car door slammed and he was stomping up to the house, leaving the two of you in a strange silence. You tossed your head back, looking at the sky from the back window of the car, tears welling in your eyes.

“I can never win Sam.” He leaned back against the headrest sighing heavily. “I’m losing what’s me and what is him.” He looked at you from the rearview mirror, you lifted your head to look at him.

“Bucky is never going to be easy.” He explained, “He’s trying.” You know he is. “He’s trying.” Sam repeated again, rubbing his eyes.

You didn’t see either of them for the rest of the night.

“I’m getting better at it,” Wanda said, her powers. Practicing. They were incredible, powerful. She was strong, “I lost a lot of confidence after what happened in Nigeria, but I’ve come a long way since then.” She was lifting things in the gym, both of you in workout gear, she was showing you how easily she could lift heavy objects, but you already knew that. You’ve already seen it. “I try not to use the mind warping unless I actually have to.” She explains. You remember that too. She’d shown you Peggy.

She’d shown Steve, Peggy.

You could almost feel her dress beneath your fingertips, swaying side to side, dancing in your living room. Nat King Cole crooning over the speakers of the record table under the window that faced the rose bushes you’d planted for her, their buds just peeking over the windowsill. A roast was in the oven, it was Sunday.

“I was thinking of taking a Holiday,” She whispered against your chest. “We could go to the beach?” You hummed in contentment,

“We can do that.” You flitted back to the quiet singing coming over the speakers. This is what you wanted wasn’t it? Peggy was in your arms, shield and hammer packed away. For all intents and purposes you were a house husband. Coming out whenever Peggy had something she needed your help with, but for the most part…

You cooked, cleaned, you’d recently been discussing having a child.

Who were you now?

You were just Steve Rogers.

Just Steve.

“Hey,” Wanda was in your line of vision, “You okay?” You hummed,

“Yeah, did I have another seizure?” She shook her head.

“No, you just kind of drifted off, like daydreaming.” Huh. “You had another memory?” Her brow was pinched in concern.

“Yeah,” You shake your head as if clearing a fog. “I did.” You sighed heavily, rolling back to lay down on the mat beneath you, staring at the ceiling.

“What was it about?” She asked, sitting herself next to you.

“Peggy.” You gave her a tense smile. “It’s so strange to love someone—remember someone—in such an intimate way, someone I’ve never known myself… but Steve loved her.” Wanda nodded, hand coming to rub your back soothingly.

“He left all of us for her.” Emotion thick in her voice.

It was hard to remember that Bucky wasn’t the only person that lost Steve. The only person who was devastated by him leaving. He left handprints on all of these people’s lives and just left. “The only selfish thing the guy’s ever done in his life.” Sam told you with a humorless laugh.

No.

Steve’s done a bunch of selfish things.

The accords.

You felt the self-righteousness. The belief in being right. A part of you still staunchly believes you did the right thing, the only thing you could have done. The only thing Steve could have done. But you know that it could have been handled differently.

Steve was clouded by thoughts of Bucky and the need to protect the man who always protected him. Bucky was a good kid. Better than Steve ever was. While Bucky was taking care of his Ma, his sister Becca, and Steve himself, Steve was off getting into fights and trying to illegally enlist in the war he would lose Bucky to.

Bucky was really good at science and math, he liked dancing and music, he loved the movies. He had time for all of those things, when he wasn’t pulling twelve hour shifts at the canary and picking Steve’s sorry ass off the street where his face had found someone’s fists.

You suddenly realized why Bucky looked so tired.

He’s been tired his entire life.

“I can understand why he did it,” Wanda continued, “If I had the chance to have either of them back…” You nodded solemnly, the two of you coming to hold each other in the middle of the gym.

“That’s the thing though right?” You stared over her shoulder, watching Bucky as he entered the gym, eyes catching yours, “If we all got everything we ever wanted the world would probably be a much more terrible place.”

You were trying to sleep when the first text came in,

Eric: Hey, I know this is a little soon and you said you weren’t ready to date, but everyone has time for friends right?

You stared at your phone screen in the dark, thinking about the man you had met earlier in the day. You’ve always felt pretty average. You knew you weren’t ugly, but you wouldn’t exactly compare yourself to Gal Gadot or anything. You’d just never had the time for actual dating. You were born with heart problems, they persisted throughout your entire life getting increasingly worse until you found yourself on the table under a knife getting the heart of a deceased super soldier. In high school, prime dating years, you spent more time in the hospital than in the classroom and you were sickly, pale, always with bags under your eyes and a crushing fatigue.

You’d never been approached like this before.

You’d never been asked on a date before.

You’d never had someone ask you for your number and then text you the same day before.

This was new.

So what are you supposed to do? You stared at your phone screen in the dark, the light from it illuminating your face as you typed out your reply.

Do you want to get coffee sometime?

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robinskey · 5 years

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Don’t Touch My Family

Request: Would you be willing to make an imagine of dad!billy were after graduation u nd billy leave town bc u get pregnant w/out telling anybody but after a few years u have a son & daughter Neil finds out n come by the house hella pissed while billy isnt home, tries to hurt u nd the kids but billy comes home n just beats the hell out him for trying to hurt his family? just the thought of billy goin after the only person hes terrified of for HIS family makes him THE father he never had makes me melt ❤

A/N: This is a little bit darker than my typical fluffy sunshine fanfic, but I really liked the request, so I decided to do it anyway. :) Sorry if you wanted something shorter, anon-this turned into more of a drabble/one-shot than an imagine. Thanks for requesting!

Warnings: Teenage pregnancy, descriptions of violence, implied abuse, language

You find out you’re pregnant halfway through the last semester of senior year.

When you tell Billy, you expect him to freak out. He doesn’t, though-at least, not on the outside. On the inside, he’s absolutely panicking. But he can see how upset you are, so he just pulls you close. He whispers into your hair that he’ll support you in whatever you want to do.

After a few days of contemplation, decide you want to have the baby. You and Billy agree that it’s best to keep your pregnancy a secret-for now, at least. If your parents found out, your father would probably actually fire that shotgun he’s always threatening to use on “that deadbeat boyfriend of yours.”

And Billy...well, he has no idea how his father would react. But he has no intentions of finding out.

Thus, Billy offers to run away with you right there on the spot. However, you ultimately decide that it would be better to finish high school. Maybe you'll even be able to save up a little bit of money before the two of you start a new life together.

So, for the next few months, you wear baggy clothes to hide your growing midsection. Billy picks you up for “dates” that are actually doctor’s appointments. Thanks to your valiant efforts, no one suspects a thing.

Eventually, graduation rolls around. Your family hosts a small get-together after the ceremony. Distant relatives congratulate you on your achievements and ask if you’re excited to start this “new chapter in your life.” You smile and nod.

You have no idea.

Later that night, you stuff everything you can fit into a small tote bag. You leave an apology note to your parents on the kitchen counter and sneak out of your house.

Billy’s waiting for you outside in the Camaro. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead and holds the door open as you climb into the passenger seat. As he drives away, you watch your childhood home shrink into the distance, saying a silent goodbye to the only home you’ve ever known.

***

Five years later, you and Billy share a two-bedroom house on the West Coast. You have two kids-a son and a daughter. Billy works as a mechanic at an auto repair shop, while you write for the local newspaper. Neither of you make much money, but it doesn’t matter. You’re both happy-genuinely happy-for the first time in your lives.

Billy gets home around 5:30 every day, so, when the doorbell rings at 5:15, you figure he just got off early.

“I’m coming, honey!” you yell, bouncing your infant daughter on your hip.

But when you peek into the peephole, you discover not your husband standing on your doorstep but a scruffy older man in tattered clothing. His face is scrunched up, and he squints in the sun. You freeze, clutching your baby to your chest.

Neil Hargrove is standing on your porch.

“I know someone’s home. I heard you,” he barks. “Come on. Open up. I just want to talk.”

He raises a dirty fist and raps on the wood. The noise scares your daughter, who starts to whimper. You’re too busy shushing her to notice your son appear at your side.

“Mama, who’s that?”

You clamp a hand over his mouth and suck in your breath. Maybe, if you’re quiet enough, you can cancel out the noise made by your clueless four-year-old.

“Is that my grandson?”

For a split second, his volume dips below its typical scream-level. It’s the most gentle you’ve ever heard him speak.

But then he has to ruin it by pounding once more on the door.

“Come on, you coward, open the damn door!” He rattles the doorknob so violently that you think it might fall off.

This time, you can’t prevent your daughter from letting out a wail. Beside you, your son sniffles.

You muster every last fiber of courage in your being. “Get the hell out of here, Neil,” you growl, trying to sound as menacing as possible.

“Y/N? Is that you?” he asks. There’s a soft thud, almost like he’s just leaned his forehead against the wood.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I thought it was Billy in there,” Neil says.

“Billy-Billy is here,” you stutter.

“No, he’s not. I don’t see the Camaro anywhere, and I know my son takes that damn car everywhere,” Neil says.

Your son wraps his arms around your calf and clings to it. You hope he isn’t able to absorb the panic pulsing through every part of your body

“I’m warning you, Neil, to walk out of here while you still can. I…”

You scan the messy living room, littered with toys. Your gaze falls on a plastic pistol laying on the sofa.

“I have a gun. And I’m not afraid to use it,” you threaten.

The wall between you slightly muffles his ominous chuckle, but it still reaches your ears.

“I’m sure you do, sweetie. But there’s no need to get violent on an old man who just wants to see his grandkids. Why don’t you just open the door, Y/N?”

“Why don’t you just go to hell, Neil?”

The silence drags on long enough for you to almost convince yourself that he’s walked away.

Almost.

And then, just loud enough for it to be audible: “If that’s how you want to play it.”

You jump out of the way as the door falls inward with a thud.

Neil Hargrove slowly lowers the foot he used to kick it down, glaring at you with bloodshot eyes.

You push your son behind you, wrap your arms tighter around your daughter, and take cautious steps backwards.

“Did you really think you could hide from me forever?” he asks. He advances deeper into your home-your sanctuary-with every word.

“What do you want from me?” you demand. Your backside collides with a wall; Neil’s backed you into a corner.

“I just want what you and my son stole from me by skipping town five years ago,” Neil says. “A chance to connect with my family.”

He draws close enough that you can count every crater left by untreated acne on his creased face and smell the stale whiskey on his breath. “I knew you had one child,” he says, peeking around you at the little boy cowering in the corner, “but two? What a pleasant surprise. This little one-let me see her face.”

Neil extends a wrinkled hand to peel back the blanket covering the baby. You’re too stunned to react until his filthy finger is only inches from her face. That’s when you raise a knee and jam it into his groin. He doubles over with a grunt.

“Go!” You practically shove your son into his room and set the baby next to him. Then, a hand wraps around your ponytail, yanking you backwards. Tears stream down your face as you scream at your kids to shut the door and lock it. There’s a slam and a click, then the word “bitch” yelled into your ear. Neil spits into your ear canal as he calls you every name in the book. You claw and kick and punch, but Neil’s got a death grip on your hair. He drags you across the living room floor, promising that he’s “going to make you pay.” He finally tosses you onto the couch. Your back aches as the barrel of the fake gun juts into your spinal cord.

Between your shrieks and Neil’s name-calling, you don’t hear the roar of the engine as the Camaro pulls onto your street, nor the squeal of the brakes as Billy pulls up next to the beat-up pick-up truck he’d recognize anywhere. You don’t hear your husband’s thundering footsteps as he sprints up the sidewalk. No, you don’t notice any of that; you’re too preoccupied flailing around as Neil tries to pin you to the sofa.

But even though you don’t see him, Billy appears in the doorway, still wearing his navy mechanic jumpsuit. He’s covered in grease stains and flushed skin. And, for the first time in his life, he raises his voice at his father without an inkling of fear of the consequences.

“Get your hands off my wife!”

He charges at his father, who’s caught completely off-guard. The two of them crash onto the coffee table, snapping it in two. They only wrestle for a minute before Billy comes out on top. He raises his fist and brings it down on his father’s face until it’s nothing more than a bloody pulp. Billy continues landing blows long after Neil passes out. And, while Neil Hargrove certainly deserves it, you’d rather not have Billy kill someone in your house with your kids in the literal next room. So, eventually, you walk up to your scratched-up, bruised husband and lay a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Baby,” you say softly.

He gazes up at you, the pain and torment of eighteen years of abuse bubbling to the surface once again. Once his eyes meet yours, they immediately soften. He raises himself to his feet and pulls you into a tight embrace. He squeezes you so tightly that you wince, sore from Neil throwing you around like a ragdoll. Billy apologizes profusely and holds you out at arm’s length. His eyes flicker over your features.

“Are you all right?”

“No,” you say honestly. Your hands are shaking profusely, your heart rate is still elevated well above normal levels, and you’re pretty sure you’ll have nightmares about this encounter for the rest of your life.

“Did he hurt you?”

“A little. But it could have been so much worse, if you hadn’t…”

A single tear trails down your cheek. Billy wipes it away with his thumb.

“You don’t have to go there, Y/N. Don’t go there,” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. “It’s all going to be okay.”

Your eyelids flutter shut. “You’re right. We’re safe now-me, the kids-”

“The kids!” you both exclaim at the same time. You run to their bedroom and knock on the door. It swings open, and two small children stare up at you. They both burst into tears, and you and Billy gather them into your arms.

The police arrive a few minutes later, just as Neil starts to regain consciousness. (Having nosy neighbors pays off when you need someone to call 9-1-1 without being asked.) As the officers escort Neil out of the house in handcuffs, Billy warns him to never come near his family again.

And for the first time in his life, his father actually listens.

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quoted-books · 6 years

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guardoilmondodaunoblo said to quoted-books:

Hi Lauren. I really like reading, my favourite kind is the "coming of age". Could you please suggest some great titles really worth reading?

You sent this to me FOREVER ago, and I am officially going through all my mail to have my inbox open. I’m going to answer this even though you may have forgotten about this blog as I’ve been so MIA haha, but here it goes! I divided it up into YA and Adult, but if you would like more of one age than the other…just let me know! All of the summaries are excerpts from Goodreads.

My favorites from the list below are probably The Book Thief and Jane Eyre. I know that both are not everyone’s cup of tea, but I love them! I did a keep reading to make the post shorter for when people are scrolling, but I’m not sure how I feel about it being a link now. So if that becomes an issue for anyone, let me know!

Young Adult:

1. Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt

1987. There's only one person who has ever truly understood fourteen-year-old June Elbus, and that's her uncle, the renowned painter Finn Weiss. Shy at school and distant from her older sister, June can only be herself in Finn's company; he is her godfather, confidant, and best friend. So when he dies, far too young, of a mysterious illness her mother can barely speak about, June's world is turned upside down. But Finn's death brings a surprise acquaintance into June's life—someone who will help her to heal, and to question what she thinks she knows about Finn, her family, and even her own heart.

2. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alile Sáenz

Aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. Dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. When the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common. But as the loners start spending time together, they discover that they share a special friendship—the kind that changes lives and lasts a lifetime. And it is through this friendship that Ari and Dante will learn the most important truths about themselves and the kind of people they want to be.

3. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Trying to make sense of the horrors of World War II, Death relates the story of Liesel--a young German girl whose book-stealing and story-telling talents help sustain her family and the Jewish man they are hiding, as well as their neighbors.

4. The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

After the grisly murder of his entire family, a toddler wanders into a graveyard where the ghosts and other supernatural residents agree to raise him as one of their own. Nobody Owens, known to his friends as Bod, is a normal boy. He would be completely normal if he didn't live in a sprawling graveyard, being raised and educated by ghosts, with a solitary guardian who belongs to neither the world of the living nor of the dead. There are dangers and adventures in the graveyard for a boy. But if Bod leaves the graveyard, then he will come under attack from the man Jack—who has already killed Bod's family..

Adult:

5. The Beekeeper’s Apprentice by Laurie R. King

Long retired, Sherlock Holmes quietly pursues his study of honeybee behavior on the Sussex Downs. He never imagines he would encounter anyone whose intellect matched his own, much less an audacious teenage girl with a penchant for detection. Miss Mary Russell becomes Holmes' pupil and quickly hones her talent for deduction, disguises and danger. But when an elusive villain enters the picture, their partnership is put to a real test.

6. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Orphaned as a child, Jane has felt an outcast her whole young life. Her courage is tested once again when she arrives at Thornfield Hall, where she has been hired by the brooding, proud Edward Rochester to care for his ward Adèle. Jane finds herself drawn to his troubled yet kind spirit. She falls in love. Hard. But there is a terrifying secret inside the gloomy, forbidding Thornfield Hall. Is Rochester hiding from Jane? Will Jane be left heartbroken and exiled once again?

Thank you so much for the question! Sorry again it took me so long to finally give you an answer! What are you reading now?

Much love,

Lauren

#guardoilmondodaunoblo #book recs #coming of age

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foxsoulcourt · 6 years

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Tag game

I was tagged by @fuzzballsheltiepants . Thanks for your patience love! (Never did get the f*%!ing spacing all ironed out)

LAST

drink: Green tea phone call: Grad school mate + former co-worker Katie about her resume + possible next steps text message: My husband saying he just finished his 8 hour drive to Montana song you listened to: Can I get a Witness - Marvin Gaye time you cried: Last night over an intense episode of Madame Secretary (S01 E16/Tamerlane)

EVER

dated someone twice: Yep. Still friends w/them kissed someone and regretted it: No

been cheated on: Nope. But, ummmm, I ended one of my first really serious relationships by making out w/someone else while she was away. I know, that’s a horrible a thing to do. It’s a long story.

lost someone special: You bet gotten drunk and thrown up: No, I HATE throwing up! And a big night out is 2, maybe 3 glasses of wine

fave colours? Lime green, teal, turquoise, deep purple

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE I?

made new friends: Yes, including a few dear ones here in this Tumblr world

fallen out of love: With ideas + patterns of behaviour; very few people

laughed until you cried: Frequently; more customary is my Laugh + Clap™

found out someone was talking about you: Ugh, yes. At previous job

met someone who changed you: Several

found out who your friends are: Yes, in several lovely ways

kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: On the cheek, yes

GENERAL

how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Been off FB for 6+ mos, but if I logged back on...hmmmm...3/4? do you have any pets: None in the house right now; there’s a humingbird who hangs around when I’m outside. Yes, it’s the same one. do you want to change your name: No, I love it what did you do for your last birthday: Oh, this year was a fun one! Both daughters were home from far away. Dinner out the night before where I def laughed until I cried! Woke up really early that day to find a most wonderful fanfic surprise: FOUR, count them FOUR (!!!!) chapters of @spanglebangle ‘s Doe & Josten: Deductionists . They were particularly enjoyable because that’s where this beautiful sloooow burn started to heat up for real. Finished the chapters in between hanging out w/daughter H, cosplaying Delirium w/a crew at ECCC. Oh yeah, AND I had my pic taken w/Andrew + Neil at that same con! What a day. what time did you wake up today: 7:30 am what were you doing last night at midnight: Turning on the dishwasher before I went to sleep what is something you can’t wait for: Figure out what exactly I will negotiate people to pay me for in my next professional step. (OK, I CAN wait, but/and I’m low key excited about it.) what are you listening to right now: All Blues radio show have you ever talked to a person named Tom: All the time; he’s one of my besties; infrequently with the bro-in-law version (He’s kinda mean) something that gets on your nerves: Fast, agressive drivers, particularly male most visited website: Tumblr, AO3 hair colour: Is it brown? Dark blond? long or short hair: Short-ish + textured; I guess it’s a 21st century shag what do you like about yourself: I am unbound by age + enjoy making connections from wee ones to elders

want any piercings: Nope, I’m content

blood type: I don’t remember. I KNOW I should know, but all I know is it’s not unusual

nicknames: Ms de Milo relationship status: Married zodiac sign: Pisces, Leo rising pronouns: She/her fave tv show: Madame Secretary. Cannot get enough of that salty, open-hearted, badass boss lady + her family + staff tattoos: two - tiny constellation of three HP stars + a small stalk of forget-me-not flowers right or left handed: right-handed ever had surgery: Yes, each related to bringing children into the world + the after effects piercings: Ears + left nostril sports: Sports? No. Activities? Yes! Yoga, walking, bike riding, swimming, hiking vacation: We’re in the ‘visit kids at college + older parents’ phase in life, so trips more than vacations. However, there’s a glimmering possibility of London for spring 2019. trainers: New Balance eating: Right this minute yogurt + nuts + one of the last tasty in-season peaches drinking: still water i’m about to watch: Drama Actresses Roundtable The Hollywood Reporter + finish up season 1 of (all together now) Madame Secretary waiting for: A thoughtful, productive next step in the US Supreme Court Justice nomination process want: finish retooling + living out my definition of success at this point in my life

get married: already decades into that adventure; now refining the experience for the next chapter career: I help people + the organisations they are in effectively navigate change. It’s kind of like organisational therapy to be honest. hugs or kisses: It depends on who; cheek/cheek kiss + hugs w/family + close friends lips or eyes: Eyes shorter or taller: Taller older or younger: Depends nice arms or stomach: Yes hookup or relationship: Relationship; my brain + body shut down at the mere idea of a hookup troublemaker or hesitant: Yes. My modus operandi is watch first + then either ask the question no one else wants to ask or make an observation which stirs the pot. (It’s part of my professional tool kit)

HAVE I EVER?

kissed a stranger: Not so much drank hard liquor: Yes lost glasses: No turned someone down: Yes sex on the first date: Nope, not even close broken someone’s heart: Yes had your heart broken: Yes, in both love + work been arrested: No cried when someone died: Yes fallen for a friend: Yes

DO I BELIVE IN?

yourself: In many ways, most of the time; a little dodgy right now in the professional capacity miracles: Absolutely. Well, not those goopy fantastical ones. More along the lines of everyday small wonders, y’know like that quote attributed to Einstein, “There are only two ways to live your your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

love at first sight: Not really, although I think if your intuition is finely tuned you know pretty quickly whether it’s going to work out or not. kiss on the first date: Depends on the person + the date angels: Less in the Hallmark movie sense, more in ancestors watching out for us sense.

OTHER

best friend’s name: Four because no one person should ever have to shoulder that much responsibility - Bill (husband), Libby (since childhood), Tom + Rob (met in adulthood) eye colour: Some kind of greenish-hazel business fave movie: The most current one which sparks social commentary. Right now: RBG; looking forward to Captain Marvel. favourite actor: If I absolutely have to choose one, then Frances McDormand favourite food: Artichokes

extrovert or introvert: Gregarious introvert. When I need to facilitate groups I’m on; the rest of the time solitude or similar please favourite flower: Forget-me-nots, zinnias, lavender favourite hello kitty character? No idea

Tagging @higgins5 @i-h8-u-no-u-dont + @andreaminyard because they tagged me on similar thingies a reallllly long time ago + @sig66 because I want to get to know you better.

#personal #long #tag game #get to know your mutuals #thanks for asking

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underwatersleepa · 7 years

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Aww shitt I was tagged by @plutohno rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people.

the last: drink: Orange Juice phone call: Sheyy text message: You, Daddy topps song you listened to: beamer boy, lil peep time you cried: last night dated someone twice: ive taken a break with someone kissed someone and regretted it: i dont really regret anything just more cringe and like why the fuck did i do that been cheated on: ive had a boyfriend who flirted with other people while we were dating but never like physical. So depends on your definition of cheating lost someone special: my cat, he was my best friend and i got him tattooed been depressed: ever since 8th grade ive dealt with it. Usually in the summer it flares up a lot and during the colder months im okay gotten drunk and thrown up: Ive only thrown up like twice in my life and both were sober  3 favorite colors: Olive Green, Black, Grey  in the last year have you:  made new friends: obviously  fallen out of love: last august i ended a two year long relationship and it was hard but we are okay now and both in happier relationships  laughed until you cried: yes? found out someone was talking about you: always 💅  met someone who changed you: of course. Probably everyone in my life has changed me in some way.   found out who your real friends are: i do this at least once a year  kissed someone on your facebook list: lol no me and my boy arent friends on fb lol wtf  general:  how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: all. There was some creepy guy who knew my ex and wanted to get together but he is blocked  do you have any pets: i just moved out so now my dog and cat live at my old house but next week i may be getting a snakee  do you want to change your name: for the most part but its weird when people who arent my family call me by my real name. Mickey is a better fit for me what did you last do for your birthday: my boyfriend and i hung out all day and he bought me a stuffed bear and then we went to sushi with my best friend and their bf and then my bf left and my friend and i made a cake then got high and drunk what time did you wake up: 10:30  what were you doing at midnight last night: working  name something you can’t wait for: just found out my boyfriend and i are going on a day trip to san francisco in two weeks for his birthday!! Also my snakee! Also i get to see shey next week for the first time in almost a month i think  when was the last time you saw your mom: this morning  what are you listening to right now: A new youtuber i found named Tyler Rugge   have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes most visited website: youtube  hair color: dark brown. Want to dye it black  hair length: very short but growing it out. Its like 4inches on the top and maybe 3 on the side  do you have a crush on someone: yes <3  what do you like about yourself: i am loyal and funny and id like to say im a good friend  piercings: ears when i was a baby and i hate them. I want a lip piercing  blood type: don’t remember nickname: Mickey, Mick. I wont say what shey calls me lol relationship status: takenn zodiac: Aquarius pronouns: Anything really but most people go with she/her.   favorite tv show: how i met your mother, breaking bad, the walking dead, survivor, the office  tattoos: 2. My cat and a ghost on a skateboard  left or right handed: right  surgery: not yet 😅  sport: sport?

more general  eating: going to have vegan mac n cheese for dinner  drinking: Water  i’m about to eat: see above  waiting for: my friends to ask to hang lol  want: a snake, cuter underwear, a bigger apartment, better job lol  get married: probably  career: dream one is wildlife rehabilitator. My actual job sucks but its not the worst   which is better: hugs or kisses: kissinggg  lips or eyes: 👁  shorter or taller: in a partner i like them short and shey is only a few inches taller than me and im extremely short haha  older or younger: doesnt matter if its only a few years difference and they are of consenting age also. Shey is a few months younger than me   nice arms or nice stomach: oh godddd bothh  hookup or relationship: in the end relationship for me but nothing wrong with hookups tbh  troublemaker or hesitant: troublemakerr  have you ever:  kissed a stranger: i had to think but no lol drank hard liquor: yes  lost glasses/contact lenses: yup but i never wear them anyways  turned someone down: idk why but in the last year so many people have gotten crushes on me and im like wtfff had sex on first date: um broke someone’s heart: mutually..  had your heart broken: yeah been arrested: not yet 😜 cried when someone died: i cry daily so  fallen for a friend: 70% of the time i usually fall for my friends at one point but i havent since like maybe junior year of highschool  do you believe in: yourself: not really at all miracles: yes love at first sight: no way santa claus: who angels: yes

other eye color: hazel height: 5'2 favorite thing to do: watch youtube, skype with shey, hang with friends, get high or drunk, laugh, skate, press flowers and plants, play piano or uke favorite celebrity: neil patrick harris but i just realized the other day i dont have a crush on him anymore favorite movie: La La Land, Moonrise Kingdom, Gone Girl

Oh mann gotta tag people now. Literally just do it and say i tagged you. I dont have enough friends on tumblr. Also non of you are even gunna read this lol

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moonspads · 7 years

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i was tagged by @madameolympemaxime (thank you for tagging me this was fun)

the last…

1. drink: cold cocoa bc it’s morning and it’s way too hp for a hot one

2. phone call: my friend

3. text message: another friend hehe

4. song you listened to: my phone says it’s “never had no one ever” by the smiths but i think i’ve listened to “windy day” by oh my girl yesterday before i went to sleep

5. time you cried: yesterday because I FINISHED THE RAVEN KING AND JESUS FUCKING HELL also neil is in love

6. dated someone twice: 🎤 all the single ladies 🎤

7. kissed someone and regretted it: 🎤 all the single ladies 🎤

8. been cheated on: 🎤 all the single ladies 🎤 but my dog cheated me once she stayed with my friend instead of coming with me

9. lost someone special: uuh does stopping a toxic friendship which was really important to me counts? because it was like a month ago

10. been depressed: depression is a big word and i’m not diagnosed with it but the last time i was sad was yesterday because OF THAT GODDAMN BOOK

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: I’M 14 I DON’T DRINK

favorite colors 

12. light orange

13. brown-red

14. baby blue

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: yes!!!! i also renewed friendships from two tears ago

16. fallen out of love: thankfully that crush is over

17. laughed until you cried: it happens to me a lot so yes

18. found out someone was talking about you: hahahahahahhaahhaha it happens all the time lol

19. met someone who changed you: yE S

20. found out who your friends are: !!!!!!!!!!!!! YES

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: i don’t have facebook

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: again i don’t have facebook

23. do you have any pets: yessss i have a wonderful dog i love her

 24. do you want to change your name: well cao isn’t my birthname but i’m happy with it so legally i would do it when i can

25. what did you do for your last birthday: i seriously don’t remember

26. what time did you wake up: today i woke up around 6:45 am but usually i wake up about 7:30 am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping????????

28. name something you can’t wait for: my competition in athens!!!

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: like 3 seconds ago

31. what are you listening to right now: loona/jinsoul - singing in the rain (stan loona)

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: in the first and second grade i had a boy in my class named tom does he count

33. something that is getting on your nerves: when people talk about things they know nothing about tbh

34. most visited website: tumblr i think

35. hair colour: mine is dark brown but i want to dye it red

36. long or short hair: SHORT HAIR mine is long and i really hate it

37. do you have a crush on someone: oh boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

38. what do you like about yourself: um (jk i like my curls)

39. piercings: i want nose piercing but that’s too scary

40. blood type: i have no idea tbh all i know is that my blood pressure is low and that makes me faint really often

41. nickname: i don’t have ones (my friend calls me headache tho)

42. relationship status: 🎤 all the single ladies 🎤

43. zodiac: aquarious but it says literally nothing right about me

44. pronouns: he/him ple a s e

45. favourite tv show: it’s really hard to decide but i think b99

46. tattoos: nO

47. right or left handed: I’M A LEFTIE I NEED TO KNOW MORE PEOPLE LIKE ME

48. surgery: nope

49. piercing: i already answered that???

50. sport: sitting on my bed ummm dancing bc i dance but i’m too lazy

51. vacation: i was in london two years ago and i want to go to new zealand one day

52. pair of trainers: nike always nike

more general

53. eating: my mom’s chocolate cake (now i remember i haven’t eaten anything today i need to eat)

54. drinking: apple juice

55. i’m about to: fall asleep??? i mean it’s 10:25 am but i woke up really early today (jk i’m about to eat breakfast i think)

56. waiting for: idk for wendsday to meet with my friends

57. want: new books

58. get married: idk??????????

59. career: i want to write but i won’t get there so idk

60. hugs or kisses: i, as a touchy person, would prefer both

61. lips or eyes: eyes!!!

62. shorter or taller: taller

63. older or younger: i don’t really mind

64. nice arms or nice stomach: idk?????? nice personality??????

65. hook up or relationship: relationship

66. troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker tbh

67. kissed a stranger: I’M 14 & 🎤 all the single ladies 🎤

68. drank hard liquor: I’M 14

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: i don’t have glasses thank god

70. turned someone down: what

71. sex on the first date: I’M 14 BUT ANYWAY NO

72. broken someone’s heart: hahahahahahahahahaahhaaa

73. had your heart broken: yup

74. been arrested: WHAT NO

75. cried when someone died: if you mean a character than yes. a million times. also yes in general i cry a lot

76. fallen for a friend: all my crushes were my friends lol

do you believe in …

77. yourself: lol (idk??? sometimes)

78. miracles: nope

79. love at first sight: noP E

80. santa claus: only ironically

81. kiss on the first date: nope

82. angels: look gal gadot exists so

other

83. current best friend’s name: i have many best friends

84. eye colour: brown ew

85. favourite movie: I CAN’T CHOOSE ONE

i tag @posiedcns @loveqood @looonyluna and @howlingremus! you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to ofc

#about me

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tagged by @thespectacularspecter

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself

last 1. drink - uhh either water or Good Belly Blueberry Acai juice 2. phone call - it wasn’t even a call I made, lol. my husband and I were shopping, he couldn’t bring his phone probably because it was low on battery. He had a question for his mother (we were running an errand for her) so he called her from my phone 3. text message - my dad! he was talking to me about a song one of my brothers sang, possibly for a talent show? and told me I’m the only child now to not show off my vocal talent and told me he’s waiting >.> 4. song you listened to - Hills Like White Elephants - Isles & Glaciers (I mean the last music I heard was the 2nd teaser for BTS Fake Love but I’m not sure that counts here~) 5. time you cried - not that long ago? idr how not-long ago. I’m a baby though.

ever 6. dated someone twice - dated as in two individual dates, or as in breaking up with somebody then returning to them? if the first, yeah, if the second, no. 7. kissed someone and regretted it - nope. The only person I’ve kissed is my husband, I better not regret it 8. been cheated on - I’d say “not as far as I know” but I’m confident enough to say “no.” 9. lost someone special - idk how loose the term “special” is, but yes. 10. been depressed - I’ve had a much sadder period in my life before, but idk if it would count as depression. 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - nope

fave colours 12. brown 13. burgundy 14. some sort of green. probably celadon/sage green or dark teal

in the last year have you… 15. made new friends - I think so 16. fallen out of love - no 17. laughed until you cried - most likely 18. found out someone was talking about you - maybe? it’s not quite something I find out about often, but a year is a long time for me to try to remember all of 19. met someone who changed you - uhh... don’t think so? My life’s been pretty stable lately 20. found out who your true friends are - don’t think so 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - I don’t really.... have one~

general 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - same as above 23. do you have any pets - ok so. 1 dog. 1 cat. 1 snake. 2 geckos. 5 goats. 38 chickens (16 of which are a new flock we just got that I’ve been raising lately and THEY’RE SO WONDERFUL I love them) 24. do you want to change your name - I’m still meaning to change my name to “my last name - husband’s last name”.... We’re supposed to do that soon because I want to do that before I work on getting my passport. 25. what did you do for your last birthday - juggled a bunch of places to go to. I ate out, shopped, hung out at a park near the school @thespectacularspecter had a meeting at, and hung out at a nice coffee shop before heading back home and playing video games ^o^ 26. what time did you wake up today - LATE. I went back to sleep after my alarm (just to keep me on a regular sleep schedule) went off because I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I got up at like... 9:35am? I’m supposed to get up at 8am every morning. 27. what were you doing at midnight last night - either sleeping or attempting to sleep 28. what is something you can’t wait for - BTS COMEBACK. BTS CONCERT. GEN CON. @roymblog IS VISITING US SOON. Also I’m going to my brother’s graduation so that’ll not only be fun but I’ll also get to see my high school and familiar teachers again. 30. what are you listening to right now - music! Tomorrow - BTS 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - uh...... I’m trying to remember. I think I knew a Tom before. It’s not actually a name I’ve encountered in person that often. 32. something that’s getting on your nerves - atm? lately? nothing, I don’t think. 33. most visited website - in terms of the entirety of my life, Serenes Forest Forums. I’ve been on that forum for 10 years. 34. hair colour - Black. Not pure black but more just a natural looking black. Just the tiniest hints of brown. 35. long or short hair - long 36. do you have a crush on someone - does park jimin count? Not somebody I’d seek a serious future with since 1. I’m married 2. he’s an idol, but jimin is still amazing 37. what do you like about yourself - ever since I’ve started working and being exposed to other people, I’ve recently gotten comparisons to come to appreciate the amount of patience I have. I kept wondering why I kept coming across so many impatient people, but then I realized it’s probably just that I have an ungodly amount of patience in me.

Although, the amount of patience I have largely depends on the context~ 38. want any piercings? - don’t currently want, but I’m not turned off by the idea 39. blood type - I think O-? O for sure, though. 40. nicknames - Kate or Katie 41. relationship status - married 42. zodiac - taurus 43. pronouns - she/her 44. fave tv shows - I can’t remember all I’ve been exposed to lately enough, but I know Gotham’s been pretty great. I still quite love Avatar the Last Airbender, too. 45. tattoos - have none, don’t have any plans for any, but again it’s not something I’m against 46. right or left handed - right 47. ever had surgery - never 48. piercings - none! 49. sport - none currently. I’ve played softball before. I’m awful at bowling but I enjoy it and would like to do it more. high key want to get into contemporary/ballet because jimin is an inspiration, but nowhere offers classes for my age~ 50. vacation - have had, or want? There have been plans to go to Germany and potentially China. Dream locations are New Zealand and Japan and Ireland and..... basically anywhere tbh. There’s a reason ISFPs are called adventurers. I’ve been poor all my life, so I’ve never been off this continent except for one time we accidentally landed on Vancouver Island. 51. trainers - I don’t wear any casually, and I don’t really pay attention to what kind of shoes I have for exercising or for the barn. So I guess I can’t really say anything on this one? >u>

more general 52. eating - what about eating? uhhhhh well just now I had leftover spaghetti and some clementines. And this morning I had toast! 53. drinking - by the time I’ve reached this question (since the “last drink” earlier) it’s just water 54. i’m about to watch - either random stuff that pique my interest on youtube or Orphan Black once we have dinner 55. waiting for - EVERYTHING I LISTED IN “something you can’t wait for.” It’s funny that I “can’t wait” for them, but I’m “waiting” for them anyway. 56. want - to return to making money in Guild Wars 2 after I finish filling this out. There’s a kitsune mount skin that I need to make LOTS AND LOTS of money to buy, so I’ve been dedicating my attention to that lately because the red fox is my favorite animal and Ninetales (along with Vulpix) is my favorite pokemon 57. get married - already am 58. career - .... housewife?

which is better 59. hugs or kisses - both are great, but I really do love hugs. 60. lips or eyes - eyes can be so pretty 61. shorter or taller - no preference 62. older or younger - no preference 63. nice arms or stomach - hm. still no preference? 64. hookup or relationship - I’m a romantic. relationship. 65. troublemaker or hesitant - uhhhhhhh. Troublemaker is a good complement to my own personality. But thanks to my personality I don’t really want to get into trouble. The only problem is if there’s another hesitant person I’d probably never go anywhere in my life. But I think I will side with hesitant.

have you ever 66. kissed a stranger - no 67. drank hard liquor - don’t think I’ve ever been given hard liquor to sample, no 68. lost glasses - during the short period I wore glasses instead of contact lenses, I can imagine I probably have at least once 69. turned someone down - Sort of?? I guess the answer is yes. Just the situation was a bit more complicated than “do u wanna date” “no sry” 70. sex on first date - I have not I’m not that cool 71. broken someone’s heart - I don’t think so? 72. had your heart broken - in a roundabout way, sort of but I don’t quite think it was on levels of “heartbreak” 73. been arrested - no 74. cried when someone died - Somebody I knew from high school committed suicide. That was one of the most miserable moments of my life. And one of the most life-changing. I think it was sort of involved in my conversion from religious->atheist (although I eventually became agnostic) 75. fallen for a friend - yes. one of them became my husband.

do you believe in 76. yourself - sometimes, but I don’t trust my judgement often 77. miracles - probably depends on the definition of “miracle.” There are events that happen that I would call a “miracle” 78. love at first sight - I mean, maybe it could happen, but I certainly wouldn’t think that’s a common occurrence. 79. santa claus - my dad tried to make sure I believed in him for a really long time. He had his belief in santa claus ruined pretty early on in his life and he said that ruined one of the huge joys of his childhood, so he tried to make sure his children could experience that joy for a really long time. 80. kiss on a first date - I don’t think that’d be too much of a problem, so I wouldn’t say I don’t believe in it. I personally tend to be more slow-moving than that though. 81. angels - Kim Taehyung. But as for actual spiritual angels, I have no clue if they truly exist or not!

other 82. best friend’s name - rae my bae 83. eye colour - very dark brown 84. fave movie - I..... am not sure, tbh. 85. fave actor - again, something I’m not sure about! I guess I’ve quite consistently liked Alan Tudyk though, and Neil Patrick Harris. And I’ve only seen him in one thing, but Hugh Laurie has left a lasting impression on me.

Well, have you been tagged for this yet @robotsfromouterspace? I will tag you for this, if you’d like to participate!

#hi #long post

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uberdriverdiaries-blog · 7 years

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Uber Diaries Part 6

Uber Diaries Part 6:

I would have the afternoon myself. I could work on music. I would work on taxes. I would clean the house. I would prep for the album release that’s in less than two weeks. But after a while on my own, I felt the need for some movement of energy. Uber. I didn’t want to spend money I hadn’t even made yet on a car wash. So I pulled out the bottom of the car seat and the car seat and set it inside the house. I threw most the other stuff in the trunk, gambling that no one would need a ride to the airport. I piled the empty coffee cups into an empty bag. I grabbed some wet wipes and cleaned down the faux leather seats. And I began to drive. I would go to the bank, make some deposits I’d been meaning to make for a week. And I would turn on my app and if someone needed a ride while I ran my errands, great.

DINGALINGALING: the app lit up. Uber-X. SOMEONE NEEDED A RIDE. 12 minutes away. Wow. This was further away than usual. I turned left onto Fair Oaks and began to drive, listening to the Bridge on SiriusXm ( Thanks to my cousin Caitie for letting me use her username). The mellow, warm sounds of Folk-Rock filled the car. That’s the description on the channel. Mellow Folk Rock. Oh so that’s what the music I love is called. Folk-Rock. It’s warm, it’s mellow, it’s poetic, but it’s also effortlessly energetic and timeless. Wooden Ships by CSNY played. A Heart of Gold Neil Young. It’s Too Late Baby Now Carol King. That's the Way I Always Heard it Should Be Carly Simon.

I finally saw a small hispanic man on the corner. He was wearing a black t-shirt and baggy pants. “Hi, how’s it going?” he said as he climbed in the backseat. Instantly the car filled with the fumes of cigarettes. It was intense. I wanted to roll down the windows but didn’t. “So where you headed?” I asked. “Work.” “Oh wow. At 3? That’s an interesting time.” “Yea, well I just finished my other job at this café here. Now I’m going to my second job. It’s with horses.” “Horses? Oh cool!” “Yea, I feed them and pet them and stuff.” “Do you get to ride them?” “Yea. I’d never ridden a horse before but now I do.” “That sounds awesome. Didn’t know there were horses around here.” “Oh yea, tons of them. You from around here?” “I live kinda nearby. But you know Los Angeles…there are so many pockets, it feels like you’ve never seen it all.” We drove through the dusty hills of Altadena lined with dark green trees,fog swirling up from the bottom of the mountain in the distance. “I wonder if my kid could ride on the horses when she's older.” “Oh yea, probably.” “You have kids?” I asked him. “One daughter. She’s five.” “Oh wow. I have a daughter too. How’s five?” “It’s good actually. She’s very…mellow. I was always waiting for that wild and crazy phase but it never really happened. She likes to just like do her own thing, play with arts and crafts and stuff.”

I dropped him off on the corner and he wished me a good day.

I felt relaxed, like I could do more or I could stop. It didn’t really matter.

My phone lit up again.

This time the gps took me to a high school I’ve driven by many times. School was letting out and there were crowds of teenagers in black hoodies, red hoodies, green hoodies---like a bag of m&m’s had spilled out all over the lawn. They were headed towards buses and cars. Right in the middle of the entry way was a group of girls. There was a one large girl, with an afro pulled into a pony tail. She was tall and wide and wore a blue hoodie. She had a shy smile and giggled at her friends as she walked over. What were they saying I wonder? High School. When the end all be all is fitting in, having friends, feeling cool and liked. Or maybe that’s always how it is.

She meandered between the front door and the back door but decided on the front door. She pulled on her seatbelt and looked ahead.

“Hi! How was school?” I said, suddenly feeling like her mom. “It was good," she said sounding like a teenager. “Oh good. Yea. I’m scoping out schools for my daughter.” “Oh cool.” “Uber huh? That’s a fun way to get around.” I said. “Yea, well, I’m going to a cooking school now.” “Oh wow! Really? While you’re in high school?" “Yes. It’s the Cordon Bleu.” “The Cordon Bleu!?? Isn’t that like the best culinary school in the country?” She giggled. “Yea. It’s an---an internship I got.” “Girl, that is so cool! How did you get in? Did you have to like---cook something?” “Well, you didn’t have to. But they did have a contest and I did it.” “What did you make?” “I made Sweet Potato Pie. I know how to cook cause of my Grandma, she taught me.” “That’s so cool.” “Yea. She’s---she’s African, Mexican and Indian. So, she knew a lot of cool recipes. Like, she taught me how to make Tamales. I make them every Thanksgiving. “ “Wow that’s quite a cool combo. Yum. Tamales.” “Yea she has green eyes. It’s cool.” “So Sweet Potato Pie. That sounds delicious. How do you make that? Is that the kind with the pecans on top?” “ No. That's Pecan Pie. This is different. First you peel the potatoes. And then you boil them for a while till they’re soft. And then you kinda mush them up, like mashed potatoes you know? And then you add two cups of sugar.” “Oh boy.” I could already tell she was in her element just talking about cooking. “Two cups of sugar. Yes. And then…umm…some vanilla extract….and you mix it all together and then you beat the eggs in….and then you ummm, bake it….”

“That sounds so freakin’ good. God I want pie so bad now. Do you know anywhere around here that has good pies?” “Yea actually. The Cheesecake Factory. Also…the grocery store. You can get Patti Labelle’s Sweet Potato Pie.” “Wasn’t she a singer? "Rescue Me"?” “Yes. And "Respect". “I thought that was Aretha Franklin.” “Aretha covered it.” “Do you sing to?” “Yea,” she said. “ So how did the contest go?” “Well,” she said. “ I made that pie I was telling you about. And I made a lemon meringue pie.” “Meringue??? Wow. Isn’t that difficult?” “Well, it takes a while to learn. But I actually won first place.” “You did!?? I’m driving the future Master Chef here! You should try out for that show.” “Oh I’m not that good,” she smiled shyly. I dropped her off at Le Cordon Bleu and told her I’d come by to try some of her pie sometime.

My phone lit up immediately after this again. What the heck, I thought, why not. I wasn’t tired. I was feeling good.

I came upon two men dressed in very prestigious suits. They got in either side of the car. “To the train station. We’re trying to make a 4 O’Clock train.” It was 3:33. I felt my muscles tense up. Oh great. “Ok, well, I’ll try and get you there. I probably can’t chat as much as I usually would.” Of course, that didn’t stop me from chatting with them. They helped build retirement homes. The one guy, the shorter one, was married with two kids. His wife was raised on a dairy farm. He believed putting kids in daycare young was good for them. We chatted so much I missed the exit and felt like a total idiot. I could feel the stress in the car as the minutes inched by. I had to get off the highway and turn around. I got them there at 3:50.

I hope they made their train. #LeCordonBleu #SweetPotatoPie #UberDiaries #UberDriveDiaries #horses #daycare #writing

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